Precario / Precarious

I always liked picking up discarded things. First I tried to catch Spring, but the petals rotted away. Leaves from the trees lasted longer. I wanted to save them before they were burned or swept away—not that I wanted to make them eternal, but as an act of love. So—several million years after the creation of Autumn and a few years after the creation of the plastic bag, I decided to keep autumn inside a bag.